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Enter Kinge; Cornwall; Chester, and Penda/
K:
How does my noble powis like the lady

Pen:
lige her laty out of awle Cry

Corn:
Comes shee vpp Close, wilt bee a match or noe

Pen:

Close; shall make her come close enough or pull her to w
t h a longe welse hooke I haue in Corners

Ches:

does she vnderstand yo
r meainge

Pen:

I make noe dumbe signes to her, noe wincks nor pinckes

Ches:

is shee a hawke fitt for the game or noe

Pen:

kanaw not that, for never can I flye vpp yett

Ches:

ha yo
u toucht her home wt h amorous parliance

Pen:

toush her home, has toushd her & towsd her, & mowze her to vppon her
soft pedds in fine wanton kanaveries, so as lords doe ladies, but noe
dishonesties; for awle my lord Powis is come to buy as a shapman, was
scorne to take her laty ware vppon trust, vnles her will herself

Corn:
you are a noble chapman & most worthie
to haue the richest ware putt into yor hands

K:
beside her bewtious buildinge to the eye
the ornaments wt hin her are much fairer

Pen:
shall trye what is in her ornaments I warrant her

Corn:
shees of high birth too Colchesters only daughter

K:
& to that golden scale in wc h her father
shall lay her portion, or royall hand shall add
anie 2 sheires in england next to wales
to you & yors for euer

Pen:
twoe shieres, tis a greate teale of ground to fatten welse runt vppon

K:
whie does shee staie thus longe knowinge wee are come
to make the musique of her free Consent
fuller & sweeter knowinge but how shees tund

Pen:
shee putting fine kanaggs vppon her head, & is come awaie py & py
harge you is her laty Armante a right maid I tro

Corn:
thinck you the kinge would so him self dishonor
or wee blast or owne names to sett before you
a glasse thats falce & crackt, to bid you drinck
in a Cupp that has held poyson

Pen:
I kanaw not, for yor greatest men now & then are greatest whoremrs

Ent' Armante & [Edmond]/ Eldred
K:
shees come, how fresh shee lookes, theres in her eyes
sunn beames of power to bringe to life agen
a summer weare it dyinge

Arm:
sir all my wishes
are that myne eyes may serve but as twoe stars
to guide this noble Navigator safely
to that blest haven of marriage, to wc h hee tells mee
hees honorably bound, for tho yor voyce
is a sufficient Charme to tyme my thoughts
to anie limitatio yett this gentleman
has those good ∥ts in him

Pen:
see not awle her parts neither

Arm:
gott such a Conquest
ouer my maiden yeildinge, that what fortresse
my chaste hart holds to him I must surrender
on promist composition

K:
I am glad to heare it

Pen:
was not a fine pinckanies laty & [tag] tauge out acry well

Ches:
oh shees an excellent Creature

K:
wee shall ha noe more thundringe

Arm:
not a clapp

K
yor [d] hart dwells in yor tongue

Arm:
are Chamber fellowes

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K:
so

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Pen:
& when is it ye[or] pleasures of [OMITTED]or greate masst[OMITTED]
«[OMITTED]ho[OMITTED]pl[OMITTED]ett[OMITTED]st[OMITTED]»

K:
the self same daie in wc h I take my Queene
you shall my lord bee cald my fellow bridgroome

omn:
twilbee a princely honor

Pen:

tis noe more to doe then, but when her tay comes to walke to
surch & marry & daunce & feast, & then to ride awaie to wales &
shew her fine wife, sidannen was never more looke vppon so

Corn:

twilbee a [grol] glorious trivmph

Pen:

pray S
r lett awle her writings bee drawne for portions & towries & agream
ts & putt the 2 shiers in

K:

by anie meanes

Pen:

& when the scrivenary pills is awle pend downe o
r laty & her self shall putt o
r markes to it togeither

Arm:
you promist mee my lord that I should heare
some of yor poetrie, a sonnett you would write
in praise of some thinge in mee, but what I know not
because nothinge is worth praisinge

Pen:
will you awle heare her welse muses pallad or madrigalls

omn:
rather then anie other

Pen:
tawsone then
Reads
Wud you kanaw her mr i s face
see the moone wt h starrs in shace
wud you kanaw her mr i s nyes
lure downe a goshawke from her skyes

K:
good

Pen:
would you kanaw her mr i s nose
tis fine pridge ore wc h pewtie goes

Arm:
a flatteringe painter

Corn:
nay on/

Pen:
wud you kanaw her mr i s seekes
'tis sattin white & red as leekes

Corn:
how how red, leekes are greene

Pen:

& greene is younge, & her m
r i s is younge too, so leekes in seekes is fine younge tender ones

K:
nay nay tis well, a welsh metaphor beares it, more

Pen:
wud you kanaw her mr i s lip
yor fingers in metheglin dip

omn.
excellent

Pen:
heeres pest,—oh wud you feele her mr i s skin
buy kidsleather gloue & so putt in

Corn
passinge good

Pen:
wud you heare her mr s tongue
lett twinckling welse harp well bee strunge

Ches:
braue

Pen:
her mr s tuggs wud you see pare
aske [p] Cupitt where his pillowes are

Ches:
by my troath

Pen:
[mag] marge heere now—sweeter as goates milke wud you tipple
you then must suck her mr i s nipple

Corn:
how suck her nipple

Arm:
shees beholdinge to you, would you haue yor mr i s
give suck before shee has a Child

Pen:
shall gett her wt h Child one daie & tis awle one

K:
is there anie more

Pen:
more, heeres prauest of awle
wud you stroake her mr s pelly
oh tis [soft] smoth as sweete warme Iellie
being come now to her mr i s thighes
turne againe laine in that pte lyes
& so I dare goe noe farder

Corn:
you haue gon wonderous well

K:
an excellent poet too
florish
come[s] wee yor muse will highten wt h rich wines
and drinke to Hymen whoe sweete loue combines— Exeunt


Enter Voltimar and the Clowne
Vol:
How saist thou turnd awaie

Clo:

iust as a Cutpurse turnd of the ladder of the law, so was I that very day
when yo
u came & tould my ladie shee must give vpp howskeepinge wt hin an hower after, that old mumble crust lord her father coyted mee out
of doores

«V»ol:

but the kinge & shee are in tune againe & thou maist feed vppon her
[OMITTED]the divell feed vppon her, they saie the welsh embassado
r will haue her, and «[OMITTED]'l» Ca«r»ry her into wales & what should I doe there
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Clo:

whie, I never eate Cheese in my life, & if I should but Cry foh when tis a toasting,
should haue my throate Cutt before my face & bee nere the wiser

Vol:

a serving mans life thou seest walkes butt vppon rotten Crutches

Clo:

Crutches, when I see a horse that has done good to his Cuntrie lye dead [[illeg.]] in
a Cart to bee Carried to the doghowse thinck I to my self theres the reward
of service

Vol:

a good observation

Clo:

or when I spie a Catt hang'd for some petty Cryme, that has been an
excellent hunter, saie I heeres the fagg end of a poore soldier that has
rid his Cuntry of enimyes

Vol:

yo
u rascall compare a soldior to a Catt

Clo:

oh deere Captaine cry yo
u mercy I did not mynd you, Ile bee noe longer a Creature what shift soeuer I putt my self to

Vol:

what then

Clo:

a meere Animall rather, theres one Image of invention if yo
u cold carve mee into't I weare made for euer

Vol:

what Image

Clo:

gett the kings or some of his lords Lr̄es to Create mee Cronicler

Vol:

Cronicler, thart not fitt for't, th'ast noe learninge nor wit to doe it

Clo:

not witt, I must putt out nothinge but once in ten yeare in meane tyme
I can creepe into opinion by balductum rymes & play scrap fooleries
with an arrant asse may carry that burthen & never kick for it

Vol:

since th'art so sett vppon it, I'le speake & warrant thee the tytle of a
Cronicler

Clo:

the name, the foolish style is all I desire to Climbe ouer,

Vol:

when anie of yo
r Collections are mellow shew 'em to the kinge, I muse they come [co] not

Clo:

whoe Captaine

Vol:

the embassadors man, & the Irish footman new come ouer, wee promist
to bee merry heere [m] in my Chamber for a spurt or so, they are a
Ent' Edmond & Eldred
Cupple of honest harted mad rascalls

Clo:

see Capten

Vol

welcome

Edm:

by did hawnd Capten Voltimar de kinge bid mee seeke for dee & to come
away apace to him

Vol:

tyme enough, since wee are mett, Ile steale out of the kinges glasse one
quarter of an hower to bee Iouiall

Eld:

but where is wine & good seere to bee Iawfull & pipes & fiddles to shake
o
r heele at

Vol:

yo
r good seere looke you is in bottles, heeres my Armory theis are head peices will fitt yo
u

Clo:

w
t h a murren

Vol:

& now yo
u talke of fidlinge, a musition dwells at very next wall, I'le step to him, entertaine thou theis gentlemen the whilst, as wee drinck
they shall sound

Edm:

Crees sa mee if I heare de pipes goe I cannot forbeare to daunce an Irish hay

Eld:

as good hay [health] in wales, Reese ap meridith was daunce too

Clo:

hey then for england if my leggs stand still hange mee

Vol:

good sport, I'le goe stringe the musique for yo
u exit

Clo:

ith meane tyme because tis scurvie to bee Idle, pray m
r Reese ap shon what is the reason that wee english men when the Cuckoe is vppon entrance
saie the welsh embassado
r is Cominge

Eld:

lett anie rascall[[illeg.]] sonne of whores Come into Cardigan, fflint, merioneth
Clamorgan or brecknock & dare prade so, was such a mighty wonder to see
an embassado
r of wales, whie has her not had kings & Queens & praue princes of wales

Edm:

yfaat hast tow

Eld:

but I now can tell yo
u, for manie summers agoe or valliant, Comragues & feirce prittons about Cuckoe tymes, Come & w
t h welse hooke hack & hoff & mawle yo
r english porderers, & so fright the ymen that they to still theire wrawlinge bastards cry out, husht the welsh embassado
r comes

Clo:

I am satisfied, now m
r Cram̄o one question to you what is the reason all the Chimny sweepers in england are for the most ∥te Irish men

Edm:

I shall tell dee whie, S
t Patrick dow knowst keepes purgator[OMITTED] Patrick bee content to make de fyers [is noe] tis noe shame fo[OMITTED]
to sweepe de Chimneys

Eld:

tis prave answer

Ent' Voltimar
Clo:

& I hugg thee sweete Tor«y» for it

Vol:

I give but the Q: and the musique speakes, I cannot staie, come on yo
r knees a health to kinge Athelstane

Eld:

was pledge her in noe [Cuntries] liquors but her owne Cuntries whay
or metheglin,

Vol:

there metheglin for yo
u

Edm:

& Ifaatla I shall pledge kinge Aplestanes in vsque bah or notinge

Vol:

theres vsqua for yo
u

Clo:

Ile pledge it in Ale in Aligant, Cider, Perry metheglin, vsquebagh
minglum, manglum, purr, in hum, mum, Aquam, quaquam, Clarrett
or sacum for an english man is a horse that drincks of all waters

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Vol:

to'ot then—when

Clo:

off

Daunce:
Eld:

super naglums

Edm:

hey for S
t Patricks honor

Eld:

S
t Tavy for wales

Clo:

S
t George for england

Vol:

enough drinck what yo
u will I must hence— exit.

Edm:

kara magus

Clo:

this dauncinge ioggs all my dynner out of my belly, I am as hungry as
a huntsman, & now I talke of meate, whie does a welsh man loue tosted
Cheese so well

Eld:

whie Does Cockny pobell loue toast & putter so well

Clo:

& whie onions & leekes yo
u

Eld:

& whie a whores plind seekes yo
u awle Cuntries loue one tevices or others

Clo:

true yo
u loue freeze & goates, & welsh hookes & whay & flanell & fighting

Eld:

& yo
u loue vdcocks, & praveries, & kanaveries, & fidlings & fistings & praue enches w
t h rotten trenches, & a greate teale of prablings but [noe] little fightings

Clo:

one for one, & what loues my Irish man heere

Edm:

yfaatla I loue shamrocks, bonny clabbo, soft boggs a great many cowes
a garron, an Irish-harpe, cleene trooses & a dart

Clo:

but not a fart

Edm:

in dy nose in dy teet, all de farts lett in Ireland are putt into bottles
for english men to drinck off; a pox vppon dy nyes by dis hawnd I

shall trust my skeene into dy [sides] rotten gutts when agen tow
anger me

exit
wt h in
Pen:
what Reese, wa ho ap shon

Eld:
was heere was heere— exit


Clo:
so; now pumpe I for invention full sea swell
of witt that I may write a Cronicle

exit
Enter Colchester; winchester; and Kent
Col:
Its a strange Creature a daughter and so disobedient
her braines are wilder then a trobled sea
noe Clowd is so vnsetled shees an engine
driven by a thowsand wheeles, a german Clock
never goinge true

Kent
that shewes shees a right woman

Win:
shee & the widdow whome the kinge so doates on
I heare haue mett & parlied, & sure theire breath
blowes downe all that wee build
one glib[[illeg.]] tongud woman
is a shrew witch to annother

Col:
tis voyd for certaine
that now shees growne so mad to haue the welshman
the kinge is quite lost to her

Kent:
may bee shee longs
to study all the neighboringe languages

Win:
tis now noe wonder that a kinge tooke captive
her maiden honor when to a new come stranger
shee yeilds wt hout assault; I do not [thing] thinck
shee vnder stands his lofty brittish tongue
hee Courts her sure by signes

Kent:
hange mee for a signe then, a welsh man make signes to a woman

Col:
alls one what signes hee makes, for a dumbe man
may woe a woman if his face bee good
an able promisinge body, a neate legg
[OMITTED]e Cloth[OMITTED]s, & lands, & money, & noe coxcombe
[OMITTED]s w[OMITTED]ld scratch out one anothers eyes
to haue such bitts alone, now this welsh lord
is all this, rich and well formd, a faire out side
a mind nobly furnished, the match weare fitt
but that or heapd vpp wrongs are slaud by it
it brands both vs & or posteritie
to haue a daughter strumpited, a kinswoman
texted vppon dishorable fyle
a grand child branded [b] wt h a bastards name
wee must not therefore swallow it

Kent:
wee will not
should wee doe nothinge or opposed faction
might Ieere vs to or faces, Comon people
revile vs Call vs Cowards

Col:
sawcy witts
will dip theire pens in gall & whett base rymes
to stabb or fames more then to mend or Crymes

Win:
whats to bee done then

Col:
this is to bee done
you know that staringe soldier came for the prince
& wee denyd him

Kent:
had wee not Cause

Col:
& yett
on more wey'd counsell you my lord hold it fitt
to leaue him in's fathers hands, I thinck hee has not
a knife to Cutt his owne [throate, I] hart, Ile presently
write to the kinge that since tis his high pleasure
to snatch the distaff of my daughters fate
& Cutt her golden thred wee all Consent
to this her second fortune, hee'l thinck vs quiet
nor shall hee spell hard letters on or browes,
the night before the marriage is a masque
wee'l all to Court & when the winds lye still
& not a leafe of mvrmeration stirs
(suspition sealinge vpp her hunderd eyes)
then breake wee forth, like lighteninge from a clowd
& force him feele or fury

Win:
[what furie] feele what fury
tho hee has struck a dagger throw my sides
bee but a finger held vpp at his life
my brest shalbee a wall to beate back danger
from him on yor owne heads

Col:
my lord of winchester or arrowes fly not at his life

Win:
doe fairely what you will doe I am yors

Kent:
not doinge so leaue vs

Col:
wee'l only to the kings masque ad or daunce
& vaile or wrongs in [sot] smotherd ignorance— Exeunt